THE DAILY BUCK: Bucky loves to dance. He was born with music in his veins and each step was almost a dance for him, always graceful and poised and ready to tap to a beat in seconds. Every Saturday night he would visit the dance halls with or without Steve, and there he would let himself loose and just flow with the music. But what else made him special was his choice in partners. He would readily ignore the flirtatious croons of the beauties on the floor, easily dodging their offered hands
and eager looks and head right to the back wall where several dames always stood, over shadowed and ignored by all for similar reasons. too heavy, too tall, not experienced enough, and it was there that he would stay, drawing out each girl one by one and taking them to the floor, easily leading them along with the beat and letting them go only when a smile graced their lips. Because while Bucky may have been an excellent dancer, he was first and foremost a gentleman, and no one was going to be left out if he could help it. Music was love. Music was hope and joy and sorrow, and it was made to be loved and enjoyed by all. He was going to make sure of it, one partner at a time.